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The Practice of Dying

The end. Everything has an end. There is nothing left to do or say. No where to go. The end should have meaning, but does it? Is it just the conclusion of what was preceded by it?

Death is the end of life, defined simply. Does this mean it is a part of life? When all of the boxes are checked off of a list, will we find the checking off of those boxes is a feature of the list? It is not, the list is already completed. Just as making a list is a stage (pre) and finishing a list is also a stage (post). N-Geshtug [1] rightly situates death outside of the system.

We should perceive death as a mere illusion, an insignificant end to our causal journey. The true significance lies in how we seize the opportunities offered by this life. Unbound by the fear of death, we defy it, as we defy our current limitations and the mundane restrictions of society through Architectural Evil [2]. We aspire to transcend these confines and embrace a more profound, numinous existence.

It is the way that we go about checking off the list, which holds the meaning. Not just the deed, but the spirit within it. The pursuit of an Epicurian ethos only strives on a mundane level. The practice of ataraxia is at best a waste of vitality. An abandonment of the sensatory and the natural order.

The Children of Mars can never know tranquility or equanimity, but for breaking moments. It is not the way of Gaia. It is a psuedo-apathy and conjuring of delusional ascetic practice perpetrated by ‘holy’ or ‘learned’ men. Snake oil salesmen peddling more psuedo-apathy, and more wasted vitality.

The Denial of Death

Nythra is coming to all. With it, the completion of all attainable worldly wisdom. Beyond is the liberation of non-knowing, the unawaking of nothingness, and genuine dark apathy. Beyond lies the Great Absence. Horrifyingly foreign, an alien presence to the mortal essence.

Within the Bawrn, there lurks a dark apathy to it. Unlike the cowardly magian and puritan impulse of dwelling in terror. The utility of coping mechanisms at some levels of the psyche can pacify the stark horror, but somewhere deep within there’s a monster awaiting. An inescapable reality that the end is always nigh. Those squanderers of esse are nakedly wretched and undeserving of death.

Death remains indifferent to them. Reaping what is sown without prejudice of ripe or rot. The permeation of the odorous Great Demon is afoul with the wishcaster’s cries. The season is over. The gate forever sealed.

The Japanese have a proverb: “Hana wa sakuragi, hito wa bushi”, it means the best blossom is the cherry blossom, the best man is the warrior. The warrior like the cherry blossom falls in it’s most beautiful moment. Unlike the current Western culture, this encapsulates a right understanding of life and death.

“The moment the individual succeeds in living as a hero, even if it is the final moment of his earthly life, weighs infinitely more on the scale of values than a protracted existence spent consuming monotonously among the trivialities of cities.” Julius Evola – Metaphysics of War

Petals On The Wind : A Fate Worse Than Death

Death is the ultimate freedom. According to Plato death is not the worst that can happen to men. There can be no more suffering and strife at it’s conclusion. Which makes the wishing of death upon your enemy wasted energy. The honour of dying should be reserved for the worthy.

Retribution demands a pot in which to stew. A suffering tenfold, the equal measure. Trading an eye for an eye, leaves one eye for the scoundrelly to take their next aim. Stab out both eyes, the ears, and sever the fingers. Make it so harsh of an example, that none should move against you without the willingness to grant you a beautiful death.

A bountiful offering to the Ukade [3].

Meager men cannot approach the Great Unknowing or comprehend the unraveling of the mortal coil. Such hubris is a life spent in squander and laziness. Impotent and wretchedly useless, never taking stakes beyond the “sure thing”. Paralyzed by the thought of experiencing the full weight of their own insignificance.

Ukade will consume all in a vortex   of self-made designs. The true practice of dying, therefore, lies not in passive acceptance but in active engagement. It is about living with such intensity, such purpose, that death itself becomes an anticlimax. It is about leaving a mark on the world, a legacy that will outlast one’s own mortal coil. It is about defying the limitations of existence, pushing the boundaries of human potential, and ultimately, transcending the very concept of death itself.

This is not about achieving some ethereal state of nirvana or seeking oblivion. It is about embracing the chaos, the uncertainty, the very essence of existence itself. It is about living with a fierce, uncompromising spirit, a spirit that acknowledges the inevitability of death but refuses to be defined by it. The end may be inevitable, but the journey towards it can be extraordinary. It is in this journey, in the relentless pursuit of excellence, in the constant striving for something greater than oneself, that true meaning resides.





Footnotes:



[1] N-Geshtug – an in-born trait (in some) that allows the correct perceiving of the acausal and the physis of beings. Also said to attract acausal beings.

[2] Architectural Evil – the planning and plotting of Grand Deceits, delicious insidious deceptions played out over days, months, years, lifetimes or Aeons. (qv. Sahrut part II)

[3] Ukade – The “Anti-god” of the khult, considered the precipice of acausal consciousness and the evolutionary goal of the Khultist. Depicted as a large man-eating centipede that disguises itself as the rings of Saturn until revealed.

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Sacred Cows of The Stone

Matthew Kent

“No guilt shall bind you. No thought restrict! Feast then and enjoy, the ecstasy of this life: But ever remember I am the wind that snatches your soul!”

The utterings of the sacred dark ritual continued to unfold under the watch of the New Moon while it concealed Dabih, as something unexpected awaited to be sacrificed upon the altar. It was customary for a human to be sacrificed every seventeen years as per the specifications of this ancient Anglo ceremony, but this year was different; for what lay, bound by brutal magick, was an avatar of Satanas and Kthunae combined.

“There shall be no severing of heads this night. This stone circle of nine, in this cruel and frosted glade which I now stand; where Lucifer himself fell from what man calls the heavens, is where I will bend time and space to my will.”

The congregation, Guardian, Master and Priestess watched on in confusion. The Mistress spoke again.

“Time is but a helical arrangement. We may only be able to progress linearly in this space, but through acausal spaces, causal time can be chosen: periods, eras, Aeons — they can all be accessed and recalled. All that is required is this…”

The Mistress stroked the six-inch quartz tetrahedron perched upon a stone related to the great pagan Chieftain known as “Arthur”, He who was At-Azoth when dragons ruled the skies.

“Lapsit ex coelis, as the Latin scholars of old are fond of saying. This beautiful piece of quartz —with its angles cut to perfection — has been unfolded into the di-tetrahedron by our vibrations, and thus those of old are primed for entrance into this world.”

Bahomay – as she was known phonetically, esoterically – approached the altar holding two sacrificial daggers in each hand that she had retrieved from the Guardian. She raised them to the sky proclaiming, “I sacrifice one of the Sun and one of Mars to reveal the first hidden pathway of old!”

She brought the blades swiftly down upon the avatar, releasing what looked like red mist with green electricity pulsing through it.

“The Emerald Dragon of antiquity! Aperiatur terra et germinet!”

A large scaled and bestial hand with razor sharp claws broke through the Earth. The green dragon slowly climbed out through the soil and gently coiled its tail around the Mistress of Blood. Athushir roared and spewed black fire. The Mistress pointed to the corpse on the altar and whispered, “feden”. Athushir slithered over to the corpse and began devouring it.

The Mistress clapped her hands and several hooded figures, not entirely human appeared, dragging a hooded and bound hermaphrodite to the altar. By then, Athushir had finished the dyssolving and was waiting calmly by a nearby tree. The assistants secured the next avatar to the already bloody altar. Initially, the hermaphrodite slipped and slid on the remaining viscera, but was quickly bound by the tenacious help.

Bahomay raised her knives again as she stated, “One of Jupiter shall now know the sword!” She plunged the blades into the abdomen of the hermaphrodite and began cutting horizontally. She cut, she sliced, until the hermaphrodite was in two pieces.

“Darkat. Dagon. Thou art free again!”, she screamed with ecstasy as an asymmetric and inexplicable creature broke through the hardened soil, accompanied by a beautiful, naked woman with darkly glowing red eyes and long black hair.

The mistress pointed to the altar once more and quietly issued the same Aeonic command: “Feden”.

Darkat and Dagon made their way over to the altar, travelling in their unique way. Darkat gracefully inserted her hand into the cadaver and started pulling out the insides, taking large handfuls of meat and gorging. Dagon positioned his form over the lower half of the corpse and began peeling it without physical contact.

Bahomay clapped her hands again. Two more figures appeared, carrying another sacrifice. The opfer was positioned upon the altar after Darkat and Dagon had relocated to the tree.

She of Blood raised her blades again.

“Now one of the Moon must be opferred”.

She proceeded through the same motions as before, this time bellowing, “I release you Gaubni, god of old!”, as she concluded the last motion.

A swarm of flies descended from the skies and formed a tall figure. The Mistress pointed to the altar, issuing the now familiar command once again. The swarm covered the corpse, stripping its flesh; then its muscle and organs; followed by its bones. The flies, now content, flew over to the large tree, hovering above it.

Bahomay clapped her hands a final time. After the next avatar was slaughtered, the sound of distant battle — the clashing of wood and steel, filled the ether. A sea of thousands of men and women locked in a cycle of death, rebirth and bloody coitus, eventually arrived at the altar. The horrific cycle continued as the corpse was absorbed into the fray, vanishing among the blood and appendages, the screams and moans. The sea of blood, death and sex, then transmuted into a pale man and woman with missing eyes and gaping mouths perpetually emanating a wail. The creatures strutted over to the tree to join the rest.

Bahomay walked over to the new, yet old legion, raising her arms.

“The Immolation is complete. Go now, my lovelies. Hunt down the rest. Return them to dormancy. For the age of the twenty-one Dark Immortals is over! Thou, the Old Gods, have returned to reclaim thou’s rightful place as the most feared and sinister species of the Nekalah, and what a glorious and bloody return it is!

Hail the Heinous Gods!”, she concluded, with a sinisterly seductive smile. Then, she collapsed.

The congregation, Guardian, Master and Priestess all rushed over to her. Her legs were trembling and her stomach was growing. The Priestess realised what was happening and immediately parted the Mistress’s legs. The Mistress of Blood screamed.

“The Dark Child is coming!”

She pushed and pushed, until finally, the child broke out into the world in a sea of blood. The Priestess caught the child. It was grey and frail. Its skeleton glowed red through its skin, and its irises were shifting between multiple colours, as if the Child was a refraction of all light. The Mistress pushed herself up from the floor and took Rubedo in her arms, carrying it over to the Old Gods awaiting eagerly.

The child was placed into the giant, scaled hand of Athushir, as the Old Gods gathered round to bestow their powers unto the Child.

Several crows began circling and cawing above the Mistress and her sinister family. More crows joined the circle, and more still, until they had descended and completely enshrouded the Mistress and her brothers and sisters. A bright light began to emerge from the torso of the child, the quartz tetrahedron, and the column of crows simultaneously. The lights shot up into the night sky, turning red in the process and combining into the shape of a triangle, which split and expanded into a tetrahedron, and finally a di-tetrahedron.

The light had to have reflected off ‘things’ concealed deep within space, ‘things’ that were now travelling through the light and down the angles; yet, these were not Gods, dark or otherwise. These ‘things’ were much more inexplicable, for the acausal is boundless and ever-breathing darkly.

Meanwhile, the River began to flow into the Red Lake again, backwards through time…

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Touching The Dying Sun

Matthew Kent

Waning. SA: 0.53 / MA: 0.51

A decaying Aeonic city, dripping with homogenous metallic water, breaks through the forbidden angles of the House. The smell of iron fills the air and dread cascades down into the collective subconscious of the causal.


Before us, sits invisibly, a haggard old king, adorned with robes the colour of dying Sol — The Hermit? Nay, it is not human! This “thing” perceived as a king is a god outside of time. Its nihilistic kingdom of death and life bears the infernal name Karkosa, for it can only be seen in hindsight conjunction with Mars, after one has existed there.


The Rubedo eyes of the rusted king forces the unification of the contradictory and opposing aspects of the self upon meeting its gaze. The double pelican flies above. Its will imparts an understanding that insanity is but sanity coming to terms with the boundlessness of the cosmos, yet the king decrees that sanity and insanity may find horrific confluence, birthing a dancing star from LASHTAL.


Lapsit ex coelis, Lucifer freshly fallen, brings the Spear of Wyrd to His caller(s) for which there are Nine. The Nine become Dragons of three forms: Serpent, Fire and Man. Ascalon pierces the heart of the first, releasing the second to be absorbed by the third; but Man is not yet able to hold Fire and thus it becomes an ember hidden, keeping warm the dormant Serpent until the Becoming.


The Serpent bestows lightning to the mage, and the tongue to speak beyond this world yet for it. For that is the divine Will of Khem; and all whom have the Serpent occluded shall be as His prophets once awakened.


The Serpent bears seven eyes. One for each sphere, which are constellations in space and beating hearts of great inexplicable horrors that walked Terra long ago. The number is 93, greater than 13, but 13 is that which must be avoided to reach 20.


Thus, the Key is Red and that which is Yellow keeps it beyond grasp, for it is the beginning known as the Fool…

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The Reflected Revealed – One Ritual of Shamanic and Necromantic Channeling

Theo Hiraeth

Find a location where the bones of an animal have been buried and arrange several medium-sized stones in a henge to resemble the symbol of the A:O. Once night has fallen, place two candles on the left and right side of the A:O symbol, using lanterns to protect the candles from the wind if necessary.


Beginning at the top of the symbol, walk widdershins around the stones while using the shaker, ensuring the rhythm of the shaking is akin to a heartbeat. One rotation translates to one reverse revolution of the Earth around the Sun, so walk around the stones until the number of revolutions reaches the year in which the animal perished. If you do not possess that knowledge, cease when it feels right, ending where you began.


Walk through the centre of the stones, turn around and kneel in front of the bottom of the A:O symbol. Focus on the area where the bones are situated and visualise the essence outline of the animal rising from its resting place, its luminescent colour corresponding to the emotion it felt at the moment of its passing. Allow yourself to become a nexion for the spirit of the animal: roar, scream, yelp, whimper. Be honest about what you feel from the animal and channel it into wondrous expression, permitting it to change you, shift you, into the animal.


Before long, exhaustion will take root. You will collapse to the floor and be presented with the option to close your eyes and engage the visions that come, or enjoy the chthonic emptiness of the night sky above.

Addendum: Crafting the Shaker


For the construction of the shaker the following ingredients and equipment are required: 1 fabric pouch, 2 small glass vials (with corks), 3 small pieces of quartz, seeds, blood-infused salt or soil and several tiny stones.


Begin by filling the pouch with some salt. Add the tiny stones to the glass vials, fill them a quarter of the way, seal them, and then add them – plus the rest of the ingredients – to the pouch. Make sure the contents of the pouch have enough room to clash, lest an underwhelming sound be generated upon shaking.


Penultimately, fasten several bone fragments to a length of string and tie it around the pouch about an inch below the top, proceeding to seal the top of the pouch with hot wax. Lastly, attach the sigil or symbol relevant to the working(s) that the shaker will be used for by drawing the sigil/symbol on a small piece of parchment and sealing it against the pouch with hot wax.

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The Currents of Wyrd

Beast Xeno

Wyrd is an odd word, it looks like “word” and sounds like “weird”. Yet… Wyrd is the underlying fabric of the Nine Worlds and one of the central concepts of Druwydry. The rudimentary definition is something like “the course of events” or ” The Cosmic Fates”. A more intuitive understanding might be “what is to come”. In Druwydry, Wyrd represents the powerful currents of influence that control how events unfold in linear time. It is possible to displace the flow of Wyrd that is revealed through a specific alignment of The Mastery and Deed.

A Self-Centric Eye (the Master I)

Every Western institution over the past 100 years has been designed to manufacture “sleepers” that obey. This happens because the Magians and Puritans idealize putting others above ourselves. This is a monumental err. Literally putting the cart before the horse and then putting full cup blinkers on it. Selflessness benefits none in the long term and only benefits opportunistically in the short term.

Deep down, everyone knows this is true. Self-centrism is extremely frowned upon, yet everyone practices it and dresses it up in the disguise of selflessness. By becoming self-centric, you begin to pay attention and become sensitive to what impacts you directly. Developing a deeper understanding of what influences you and in what way. Without that understanding you are a vessel adrift without anchor or sail undoubtedly heading towards the rapids and rocks. Torn and shredded pieces are destined to settle into the river bed, somewhere downstream.

A correction is in order. It is necessary to embrace self as priority and in this begin the seeding of essence. What grows from the seeds? An authentic understanding of who you are, where you are, what you like, and what motivates you. This is the fundamental basis of self-remembering. Creating awareness simultaneously of what is known and the knower. Awareness of the deed and the doer.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

We are taught the results of being self-centric is devastating and destructive. Somehow it is corrosive to our collective relationships. Self-centrism is falsely construed as selfishness. In accordance, it is thought that it creates no contribution to the “greater society at large”. Yet a survey of the landscape tells a different story.

The wretched who care only about themselves seem to live forever. The ruthless businessman gets richer and more powerful. The self-obsessed athlete becomes the best in his game. The politician rises in his influence and reach. In a very real sense Satan is King of this World. The nature of this world is adversarial and the road to hell is always paved with good intentions

Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. All said to be deadly Sins. However in a controlled and deliberate use, we are led to the path of freedom and prosperity. Lust leads to the fulfillment of sexual needs. Gluttony brings forth a fullness of living. Envy creates motivation and drive to improve your station. Pride brings a focus to constantly refine and develop the self. Greed to financial fulfillment. Wrath to justice. Sloth to emancipation from fruitless labor.

Perilously Traverse the Currents of Wyrd

We live in a dangerous world. Everything is surely trying to kill us, even Destiny herself. Nythra will not be denied. Yet under the Moonlight, there’s a winding staircase that leads to the blue room of Mars. It is here in The Dark Pools that we can divine the Currents of Wyrd. Given we have the foresight, that is the occult abilities to; chart our course along the ebbs and flows of the Great River as it’s rushing.

We can apprehend Cosmic Emanation, as we see the spring forming the Dark Pool. It begins to stream outwardly. The stream eventually feeding into the Great River. I close this entry with a quote from Magister Hagur. May your Travels be by your revealed Wyrd.

“Shugara, highly developed intellectually and greatly motivated achieves objectivity wherever he is found, bringing about the deep sinister intent. The Dark God is influenced by the planets Moon and Mars, responding to their attraction, ever ready to transmit its energies to all those contemplating the Tree of Wyrd as a way of sinister living, and this means:

(1) Endeavouring to arrive at an absolute sinister motive.

(2) The ability to enter in the silence of the chaotic mind to realise the sinister way.

(3) Remembering at all time the strict self-disciplined life, which
does not mean that life is undone of sensual perception, on the contrary it does stir up a well-balanced dark life.

(4) Using self-control facing the unknown.

(5) Not to scatter innate sinister forces vainly, but focus them to a particular sinister goal. “ – Hagur

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Genesys of the Darkhorse

Theo Hiraeth


In the beginning, man and woman were free to be one with nature. They endured and figured out how to survive its laws, learning through trial, error, and from other animals. As they evolved they came together as human packs to increase their probability of survival, forming tribes and small communities. Then the tribes increased in size, expanding beyond their hunting grounds and into the greater kingdom of nature. The survival rate and territory of the other animals started to decline with the passing of time as humanity established itself as the apex predator. With nothing aside from natural disasters and disease to challenge man & woman’s dominion they continued to expand exponentially, taking the lion’s share of resources and living-space.


As time marched on the human race imagined itself among the stars and heavens, beginning to see itself as a separate entity of the animal kingdom. Our societies & ways of life changed to reflect our delusion, and we were reincarnated as an aberration of nature with excessive consciousness. The conceptualisation of our experiences grew more artificial and our problem-solving became more cerebral. We solved anatomical puzzles, split the atom, and reached the stars, only to realise that existence was more complex and mechanical than we initially thought, culminating in the atrophy of our hunter-gatherer genetics and the psychosis of our 21st century existence.


The human animal is now an estranged creature ensnared by a manic hysteria of its own making. Due to the grooming and pressures of society we subconsciously agreed upon rules to live by which exist in contrast to our nature. As our familial bonds have subsided for various reasons we no longer have the environment which encouraged this nurtured learning, leaving a void in our understanding of the world and each other. No longer can we as a species default to the animalistic nature which helped our evolution to this point, leaving an altogether confused animal locked in an empty room with full awareness of the futility of its own existence.


The Darkhorse kicks…

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Eminent Mind – Developing the “Master I” Through Meditations

Beast Xeno

I have owed my readers this article for a very long time now. I have assumed that those that practice Druwydry also have meditative practices. As a standalone practice, meditation is an effective tool for gaining further control of your being. Its beneficial properties occur both immediately and gradually. Though I encourage all forms of meditation, there are specific types that I find more suited to our aims.

For the purposes of this text, I will focus on 4 forms of meditation. Creative, Guided, Moving and Transformative. The first three are relatively widely practiced meditations, and the fourth is, in my eyes, an experimental form. It is important to understand that each of these will create and strengthen both the core (common) and specific benefits and should be ritually performed on a daily basis.

Before we can further explore the different forms of meditations, we must first define meditation. Meditation is a mental exercise involving awareness, clarity, control, and focus. Mental, meaning mind or consciousness.

Druwydry views consciousness as a myriad of cognitive subprocesses that are overlapping and yet interconnected-like working in unison. These individual subprocesses are referred to as “small I’s”. For the magians and sleepers, these individual subprocesses occur as impulses and are acted upon in an unimpeded fashion almost entirely subconsciously.

The designation “small I” uses “I” as shorthand, both for the nominative singular pronoun with which we refer to ourselves, and it also refers to an influencer. More specifically an internal influencer (impulse). That little voice that pipes up to let us know to fill one of our basic needs, such as homeostasis; is an internal influencer, and therefore a “small I”.

Other examples of impulses are behaviors, emotions, and physical reactions. Many of which we aren’t even aware of as we are acting upon them. These influencers can be self catalyzed. However, a great many of them are stimulated by what Druwydry refers to as “Master I’s”. “Master I” is shorthand for an external influencer. There are far too many of these to attempt to provide a categorical breakdown for the sake of brevity. This is a subject that I will explore in future writings.

One of the aims of Druwydry, is to provide a path to strengthening essence and Influence. Essence is the trifold enigmatic composite being that is distinctly referred to as self. Which exists as a perpetual experience of consciousness, physicality, and the more mysterious energy that animates the other two thirds. A strong essence is capable of reigning in the impulses, and exerting decisive control over all influencers. Whether they are internal or external holds little to no consequence.

Influence in this context, is the ability to assert our will upon the external and internal planes. Through these four types of meditations, we enter the first of the three sacred triangles; The Mastery. The Mastery aims to subjugate our many “small I’s”, and consciously select which of the multitude of “Master I’s”; we resist or succumb to and at what intensity.

The Four Meditations

Most have a specific image in their mind whenever the word comes up. An image of some holy man or monk sitting with their legs crossed and palms turned upwards. They are sitting perfectly still, in perfect silence, and eyes closed. For some this is an effective means of meditation, but for our work there’s more to do than simply calibrate the machine.

I would like to establish a base meditation. This is a Guided Meditation set. The following are two forms that have been designed by Theo Hiraeth with Druwydry in mind. Léargas creates a foundation in meditation, energy work, visualization, and nature
connection of the spiritual practices for Druwydry.

Léargas by Theo Hiraeth

Form I: Earth (day)

Find a tranquil woodland area and remove your upper attire. Position your back flat against the ground and outstretch your arms, proceeding to dig your fingers into the soil and keep them in place.

Close your eyes and visualise your mind’s eye breathing out as you inhale; breathing in as you exhale. Tune into the sounds around you, try to listen for the groaning of the trees, then visualise their roots growing and spreading beneath you.

Visualise the soil slowly transmuting into a black liquid, as it pulls you downwards into the earth, into the subterranean valley inhabited by luminescent Mycelium. Take a moment to accept the numinous reality of your situation, the sheer chthonic beauty and intrinsic symphony of it all. Listen for the sound of distant flowing water; listen as it grows louder and louder, and louder still, until you witness it submerge everything in the chthonic valley, and finally, yourself.

Allow the water to push you upwards to the surface whence you came, feel yourself being pushed through the soil, born into the world again.

Open your eyes and gaze at the canopies of the trees, until you are ready to return to your feet, and to yourself.

Form II: Water (night)

Locate a body of clean, natural water. Wade into it with your arms slightly outstretched beside you and your fingers parted. Feel the pull of the water as it slips through your fingers. Splash water onto your face, then run your fingers over your head.

Submerge yourself deeper in the water, thereby allowing the water to reach the chest, then the neck, then the lower half of the face, ensuring that breathing through the nose is still possible.

Cease all movement and close your eyes, then perform the reverse breathing technique (Form I: Earth, paragraph
2).

Visualise the soil on the banks of the water turning to sludge and filtering into the water: bare witness as it changes the colour of the water, subjecting it to a certain alchemical process, transforming it into the Dark Pool wherein sinister knowledge is sought.

Remain submerged until it feels like the ‘right time’ to leave the water and return to yourself, changed.


The Provocation of Psyche

Léargas (Irish Gaelic) translates as an awakening; realisation, of the nature of things and is a fitting name for a Guided Meditation practice. Guided meditations function as a doorway to awareness, connection, and reflection. Where the Guided Form leaves off the Transformative Form picks up. There are both subtle and distinct differences between the two meditative forms. Usually the Guided Form is focused on a sort of recalibration of the machine. The Transformative Form aims to create a change within the “operating system”.

I have experimented quite a bit in this arena. From sonic (auditory) attempts to alter the state of mind and disposition, to designing a mediation that’s intention is to create a “berserker” state to be summoned and desisted at will. No matter the outcome of these experiments. There has been a net positive benefit to them. It is my belief that the Slyman should work to cultivate these types of occult abilities.

In this way the provocation of the psyche is necessitated to ultimately develop a certain type of “weaponry”. By learning about transformations and then attempting to transform any given component of self, we develop a skill set which will become essential in our workings. This is one form of an alchemical season and a crucial part of developing the Dark Empath.

Theo Hiraeth designed a wonderful transformative meditation, to which I will link here. I think what I like most about this particular working, is that in a very real way, he connects you to the elementals in a very primal way. Giving the exercise several forms.

Alignments of Being

Have you ever been working on something and zeroed your attention to whatever it is you’re working on? Everything flows so smoothly and it all seems to fall into its place at just the right time. You might even think to yourself, “I’m really good at this“. For a brief time, it is as if, this is what you were always meant to do. What you have experienced, I call a Creative Form of meditation.

If practiced and employed often, we begin to notice what will seem to be supra-human abilities. What’s more fascinating than that is, it will manifest in ways that don’t seem connected at all. Though that sounds fantastical, what I mean is in a very practical sense. Learn to reach this state within the art of communication/manipulation and witness your power.

Those that we see who seem to possess supra-human abilities are all accessing this state. There is much to observe about the creative state of being. This subject has been robustly flushed out by greater minds than my own. To that end, I will leave it where it lies.

What I might add to this, is that what is transpiring is an alignment of Will and Deed. When mind-body-lifeforce align, we experience a hyper state. This is in itself a connection to divinity. A complete illustration of the “Master I”.

I will save talking about Moving Forms for a planned essay on Gurdjieff’s Dance.

-Beast Xeno

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Undertow – The Currents of Influence

Beast Xeno

For far too long, we have suppressed the whole of our beings. We do so by our own volition. We recklessly submit to erroneous and often purposely imposed influences. In that submission; we deny ourselves evolution. We fail to see the pitfall of not developing our full body. Claiming we are a unique being. Yet going along with the herd at the same time. A marionette of mundanes. Throughout this site, you will find tools which can be used to cut these strings.

Remember it is said, “If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.”

Carefully choosing what influences you, will greatly impact the character of your being. We are living organisms. It stands to reason that, what we intake (IE.. Nutrition, chemical infusion, etc.) will directly augment what we output. In following this to its entirety, we discover a universal principle of causal effect.

When we discuss it at this level of psycho-physiology (termed here ‘the meta’); we are examining a parallel concept to what G.I. Gurdjieff spoke of as identification. Allowing the transition from Man #1 #2 #3 into #4 or #5 and then sequentially #6 and #7.

It can be understood that Man 1-2-3 and 4 are “In Time”, with Man #5 being the pinnacle of what is possible “In Time”. #6 and #7 are then respectively “Against Time” and “Above Time”. These ideas reflect a kind of echo of the 7FW and Hermetic Traditions. Predisposing the initiate to specific influences and catalyzing the meta change.

“The Dark Gods, who in deepest secret entity are powers of the Unconsciousness whether personal or collective, seated in it as in their proper home, are in their knowledge “sinister-truth-conscious” and in their action possessed of the “seer-will”. Their unconscious force turned towards chaos evoking works and dark creation is possessed and guided by a perfect and direct knowledge of the thing to be done, its essence and its law,a knowledge which determines a whole effective will-power that does not deviate or falter in its process or in its result, but expresses and fulfils spontaneously and inevitably in the act that which is seen in their energy.”

– Magister Hagur

In the quote above, we can recognize that Hagur is describing something which can be understood as the law of influence. We can recognize what might be vectored as the ‘hand of the Dark Gods” in the statement. Allowing the Work of the dark creation to flow through the unconscious into action. He even assigns categories, personal or collective. Which we can liken to scales of alchemy. The internal alchemy of the psychonaut and the external alchemy (sorcery) of the cosmonaut.

Sorcery is like alchemy in that it is about understanding the polarizations of opposing forces. Recognizing where they attract and where they repel, and then ascending above them at just the right moment, so that you might put a hand in their direction. That you might influence the current.

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The Cosmic Order of Mayhem

Theo Hiraeth


The political philosophy of anarchism is integral to self-development and individuation, alchemically speaking, but its general apprehension and application is myopic and considerably juvenile as consequence of its adherents possessing a lack of knowledge of Heraclitus’ concept of flux.

Heraclitus posited that life exists in a perpetual flow of change; that nothing remains the same; that order and disorder phase in and out of existence.

The average anarchist states their commitment to ensuring a lasting state of entropy within societal systems for the purpose of providing everlasting autonomy and opposing any form of subjugation. The issue with this directive is that it goes against the concept of flux and Nature’s mechanics, which ostensibly present that every facet of life experiences a period of order and disorder.

The forest, for example, lives in a state of order: there is hierarchy among the living things within the trees and fauna, with every living thing consuming, breeding and sheltering in accord with that hierarchy. That is until a wild fire comes along and sows disorder, burning to cinders their habitats and uprooting their routines; decimating plant life and killing animals and insects in the process. After the passing of time, the forest begins to bloom again and become populated once more, returning order to it – c’est la vie.

Flux reveals that order and disorder co-exist in a macrocosm; for their expressions – as and when they are expressed – are part of a cycle, a system, an order, which is cosmic.

“We both step and do not step into the same, we both are and are not”
— Heraclitus

Therefore, this cosmic flow of order and disorder is something that cannot be prevented by human agency, only delayed, as the dam will inevitably break and order or disorder will drown our binary beliefs.

What this means is that chaos cannot be the only raison d’être for the anarchist because to continue under the notion reveals a hubristic lack of insight in addition to indolent reasoning. The purpose of an anarchist must reasonably and empathetically be to create fertile ground for the seeds of the new, creating conditions through destruction and disorder in which natural order, sans human interference, can bloom.

The alchemical application of this raison d’être as it relates to Mayhem – the Anarchist instance in the Nine Worlds cosmology of the 9A:O – will hopefully contribute to self-development in so far that an understanding of the expressions of Mayhem, as being part of the natural cosmic order, has been imparted by this revision of conventional anarchism.

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